Ducks In The Rain - Poem by gershon hepner
We ponder and ask one another, and try
to find out some answers but can't,
I don’t think you have them and neither do I,
and yet we continue to chant
the questions, and wait for some answers we know
don’t even begin to respond
to what we are asking, and go with the flow
like ducks in the rain on a pond.
I rediscovered this poem on 12/27/09, after writing “Post-diluvian Peruvians”.
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